As November fades
and December approaches,
we note plans we haven’t made.
~
Poets have long known,
from Sun Tzu to Robert Burns,
that planning’s over rated!
As November fades
and December approaches,
we note plans we haven’t made.
~
Poets have long known,
from Sun Tzu to Robert Burns,
that planning’s over rated!
Sharp spike of rack
flaming razor shard of ice;
most unwelcome forehead guest.
~
Sometimes it’s no fun
to meet manifestations
of the cutting edge.
On this crisp fall day,
let us linger awhile
and not fast-forward to May.
~
Dry crackling leaves
and fresh November breezes
are preferred to springtime sneezes.
Seeking to preserve
National Integrity
he stoops to gassing children.
~
How low can he go
before even the blind can see
the lack of integrity?
It’s been a contest
between bright light and shadow.
Is it always thus?
~
In some darker times
it’s harder to distinguish
dim bulbs from lighter shadows.
So! Crucifixion
is the ivory soap certain
fate for all who confront him?
~
Fox is his soap box
and fiction is what is used
to crucify dissenters.
In the dark of night
A voice calls out, “Who? Who? Who?”
I call back, “Not me. Not me.”
~
Who can argue with
any speaker wise enough
to call from darkness these days?
Shall we gather by
calm waters this Thanksgiving
and await the certain storm?
~
Each year we gather
and each year we are joined by
many thunder birds.
A midweek break in
the usual routine gives
us a chance to mend at last.
~
This broken routine,
like a low country levy,
makes way for a different flood.
“Form follows function
modernist architects say.
Does this apply to fashion?
~
As far as fashion
goes, nothing much is followed,
certainly not form.